Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mali and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Wake to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
David Axelrod,
Bronski Beat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rekid,
Joe Smooth,
Tim Buckley,
Spoonie Gee,
Matthew Halsall,
Tropical Tobacco,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Toasters,
Matthew Bourne,
Bang On A Can,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New York Dolls,
Pierre Henry,
Fela Kuti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
K-Klass,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deepchord,
Alton Ellis,
Tomorrow,
Danielle Patucci,
Dark Day,
The Selecter,
Susan Cadogan,
Metal Thangz,
Mo-Dettes,
Sandy B,
Al Stewart,
Unwound,
Newcleus,
Guru Guru,
Pussy Galore,
The Blackbyrds,
Qualms,
Country Teasers,
Jandek,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rufus Thomas,
The Seeds,
Nico,
The Human League,
Mandrill,
Lyres,
Alice Coltrane,
Ten City,
John Foxx,
David McCallum,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rakim,
The Blues Magoos,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.